these nights

there's no cure
no art
no beauty
no wisdom
to any of this

Just an uninvited feeling
that will accompany me through
yet another long evening

The old age question

“Who are you? ” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation.

Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.”